Butterfly

A chrysalis is waiting,

quivering upon its branch as

the creature inside begins to unfurl.

 

It crakcs open wide and out

struggles once a caterpillar,

now a magnificent work of art.

 

It spreads its wings and waits

to dry,

before it lifts off,

dissapearing into the dangers of the night.

 

Butterfly fly away,

fly away high,

fly to the sky,

Butterfly.

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

Lovely. Pure loveliness.

[MoonlitAngel]

Thank you very much. ^_^